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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.