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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.