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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.