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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.