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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.