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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Saints,
CMW,
UT,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.