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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.