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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.