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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.