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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.