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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.