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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.