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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.