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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.