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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.