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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.