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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.