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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.