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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.