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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.