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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.