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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.