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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.