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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.