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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.