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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.