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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
New Order,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.