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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.