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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.