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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Lalann,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.