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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
the Human League,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.