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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.