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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Magma,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.