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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.