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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.