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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Japan,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
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.