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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.