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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.