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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.