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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.