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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.