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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
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,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.