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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.