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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.