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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
June of 44,
June Days,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.