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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.