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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Can,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.