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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.