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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
X-102,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.