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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.