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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.