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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.