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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.