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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.