Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.