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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.