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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.