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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.