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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.