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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.