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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Hashim,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.