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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Nico,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.