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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Television,
Scrapy,
The Index,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.