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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.