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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Gong,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.