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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.