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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mars,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Human League,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.