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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.