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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.