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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.