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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
MC5,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.