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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.