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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.