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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Magma,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.