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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.