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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.