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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.