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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.