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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.