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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.