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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.