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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
X-101,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.