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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.