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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.