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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.