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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Connie Case,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.