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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.