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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.