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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.