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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.