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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
X-102,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.