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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.