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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.