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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.