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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
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The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.