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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.