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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.