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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.