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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Slave,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.