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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.