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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.