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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.