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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Symarip,
Television,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.