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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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))),
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.