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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.