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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.