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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.