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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.