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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.