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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.