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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
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.