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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Rakim,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.