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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.