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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Stooges to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.