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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.