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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.