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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.