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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.