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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.