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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.