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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Cluster,
Television,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.