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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.