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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.