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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.