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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
ABC,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.