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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.