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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.