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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.