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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.