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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.