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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Franke,
Japan,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.