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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.