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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
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.