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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.