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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
10cc,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.