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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Faust,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Television,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.