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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.