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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Monks,
Faust,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.