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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.