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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.