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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.