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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
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 Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.