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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.