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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Wings,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.