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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.