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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
PIL,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.