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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.