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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.