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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.