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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.