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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.