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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.