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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
10cc,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.