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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.