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 Congo and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Flipper,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.