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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.