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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skarface to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.