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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Neu!,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.