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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.