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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.