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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.