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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.