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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.