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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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?
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
the Normal,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.