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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.