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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.