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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Scion,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.