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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Can,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.