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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.