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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.