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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.