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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.