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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.