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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.