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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.