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 Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.