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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.