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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.