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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.