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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.