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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
CMW,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.