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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Faust,
UT,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.