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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.