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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.