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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Gong,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.