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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.