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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.