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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.