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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Raincoats to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.