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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Nico,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.