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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.