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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.