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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 techno 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.