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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.