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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.