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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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 Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.