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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.