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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.