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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.