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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.