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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Can,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.