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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 an organ and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Swans,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.