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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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))),
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.