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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Technova,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.