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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Fear,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.