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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.