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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 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?
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.