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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Swans to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.