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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.