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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.