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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Visage,
Magazine,
Television,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.