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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.