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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.