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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Faust,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.