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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.