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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.