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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Urselle to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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))),
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.