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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.