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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.