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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.