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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.