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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.