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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.