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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.