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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.