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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.