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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.