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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.