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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
UT,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.