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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.