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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.