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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Move,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.