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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.