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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.