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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.