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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Pole,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.