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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.