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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.