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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.