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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.