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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.