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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.