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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.