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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.