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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.