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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.