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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.