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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.