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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.