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 Togo and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
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 Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.