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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.