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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Can,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.