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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
MDC,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.