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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.