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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.