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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
UT,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.