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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.