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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.