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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.