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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.