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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.