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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Monks,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.