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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.