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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.