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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.