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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.