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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.