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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.