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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Q65,
Jandek,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Pole,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.