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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.