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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.