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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.