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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.