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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Franke,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.