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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.