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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Wire,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.