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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.