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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.