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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.