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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.