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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.