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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.