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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.