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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.