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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.