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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.