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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Technova,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.