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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.