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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.