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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.