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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.