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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.