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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.