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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.