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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.