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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.