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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Brick,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.