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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.