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 China and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.