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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Monks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.