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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.