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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.