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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.