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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.