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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.