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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.