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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.