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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.