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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.