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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Remains,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.