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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Brick,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.