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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.