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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Technova,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.