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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.