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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.