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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.