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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.