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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.