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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.