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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.