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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.