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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.