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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.