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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
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,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.