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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.