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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.