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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.