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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.