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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Flipper,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.