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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.