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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.