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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.