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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.