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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.