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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.