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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Slave,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.