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 India and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.