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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.