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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.