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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.