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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.