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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.