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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby 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.