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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Technova,
Babytalk,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.