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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.