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 Kenya and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
MC5,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.