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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Brick,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.