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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Lalann,
Erasure,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.