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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.