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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.