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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.