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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Move,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.