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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
the Association,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.