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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.