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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.