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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.