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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.