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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.