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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.