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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Ituana,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.