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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.