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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Skriet,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.