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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.