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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.