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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.