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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Unwound,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.