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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.