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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.