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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.