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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.