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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.