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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Monochrome Set to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.