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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.