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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.