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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.