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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.