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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.