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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.