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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.