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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.