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 Libya and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
MDC,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.