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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.