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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Swans,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.