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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.