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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.