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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.