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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Moon 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.