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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Ten City,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.