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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Fear,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.