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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.