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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.