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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.