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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.