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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.