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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.