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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.