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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.