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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Sonics to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.