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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.