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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.