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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.