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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.