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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.