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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.