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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.