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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.