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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.