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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.