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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.