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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.