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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.