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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.