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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.