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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
UT,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.