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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.