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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.