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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.