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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.