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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.