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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.