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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.