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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.