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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.