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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.