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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Crime,
JFA,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.