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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.