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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.