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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.