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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
June Days,
Ten City,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.