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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.