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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.