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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.