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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.