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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.