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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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.