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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.