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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.