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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.