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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.