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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.