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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Qualms,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.