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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fear to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.