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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.