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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Brick,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.