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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.