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 India and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.