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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.