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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Ituana,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.