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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.