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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
The Fall,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.