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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.