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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.