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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Skriet to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.