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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.