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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.