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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.