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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.