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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.