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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.