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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.