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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Names,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.