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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.