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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.