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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.