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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.