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 India and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.