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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.