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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.