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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.