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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.