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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.