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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Mars,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.