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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.