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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.