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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
PIL,
Amazonics,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.