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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
JFA,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.