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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Index,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.