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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.