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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.