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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.