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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.