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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.