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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Organ,
Zapp,
Swans,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.