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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.