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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.