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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.