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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.