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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.