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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.