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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Gories,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.