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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.