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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.