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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.