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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.