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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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))),
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.