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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.