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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
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.