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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.