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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.