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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.