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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.