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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.