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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Qualms,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.