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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.