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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.