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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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))),
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.