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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.