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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.