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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.