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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.