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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.