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 Malawi and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The 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.